754: C754 So Shabby

C754 So Shabby

"Lin Fei, what do you do in HuaxiongCity Tengda Branch?" Zhao Xiaoqing stared into Lin Fei's eyes and asked curiously.

As soon as she said this, Zhao Xiaoqing regretted it.

What Lin Fei did in HuaxiongCity Tengda Branch was the lowest level of work.

She asked.

Wouldn't Lin Fei feel very awkward?

If Lin Fei told the truth, he would definitely lose face.

However, in fact, Lin Fei was now the chairman of HuaxiongCity Tengda Branch.

The appointment letter had been issued last night.

Just as Lin Fei was about to answer Zhao Xiaoqing's question.

"Forget it. Don't answer my question." Zhao Xiaoqing looked away and waved her hand to signal Lin Fei to stop answering her question.

"Sister Qing, let me take you to the hospital! No matter what, you were hit by a car." Lin Fei suggested.

"Okay." Zhao Xiaoqing nodded.

"I..." Lin Fei planned to say that he would drive Zhao Xiaoqing and her daughter Yingying to the hospital.

However, he had just said one word.

Zhao Xiaoqing interrupted him.

"Lin Fei, the taxi is here. Let's go up quickly." Zhao Xiaoqing said as she stopped a taxi.

Seeing the taxi stop, Lin Fei helped Zhao Xiaoqing into the taxi.

Zhao Xiaoqing's daughter, yingying, was a four year old little girl.

At this time, yingying was blinking her big eyes and looking at Lin Fei. She stretched out a small hand and grabbed Lin Fei's big hand.

"Uncle, can you be my father?" Yingying mustered up her courage and said timidly.

Hearing this, Lin Fei was stunned.

Zhao Xiaoqing had an awkward expression.

"Sister Qing, where is your husband?" Lin Fei looked up at Zhao Xiaoqing and asked doubtfully.

"Three years ago, he died in a car accident." Zhao Xiaoqing answered very sadly.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked you this question." Lin Fei said guiltily.

If he knew Zhao Xiaoqing's husband was dead, he would have asked.

He would never ask such a question.

"It's alright." Zhao Xiaoqing adjusted her mood and said with a smile.

"Uncle, are you willing to be my father or not?" Yingying used her little hand to shake Lin Fei's big hand.

"Yingying, don't talk nonsense!" Zhao Xiaoqing gave her daughter Yingying a glance and sternly warned.

Lin Fei was an unmarried young man.1

She already had a child.

She was not worthy of Lin Fei.

Furthermore, she was a few years older than Lin Fei.

Yingying lowered her head, feeling wronged.

Lin Fei didn't know what to say.

Time passed quickly.

The next day.

Lin Fei arrived at Wanqian Hotel.

The Wanqian Hotel was the only five-star hotel in the Huaxiong City.

At this moment.

Many luxury cars were parked at the entrance of the hotel.

Lin Fei got off his Rolls-Royce Phantom and walked into the hotel.

"Yo! Isn't this Lin Fei? We haven't seen each other for a few years, why are you still dressed so shabby!"

Wang Chong, who was wearing a branded suit and Zhao Xiaoya, who was wearing a white wedding dress, walked in front of Lin Fei.

Wang Chong sized up Lin Fei from head to toe and said sarcastically.

Zhao Xiaoya saw Lin Fei again.

In her mind, she recalled the time when she was little with Lin Fei.

When they were young, she and Lin Fei pretended to be husband and wife. They cooked together and slept together.

When she thought of this scene, Zhao Xiaoya's face turned red.

"I will keep a low profile now, do you understand?" Lin Fei looked at Wang Chong and said plainly.

"Low profile?" Wang Chong sneered.

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